Creative Writing

Creative Writing

Soup

I can’t eat my soup. I told mum that I wouldn’t eat it, but she heats it up for me anyway. ‘Just in case’, she says. Just...

Jealousy

You appear as a dark shadow; small, black, faceless, getting bigger and bigger. Engulfing until your circumference becomes traceless. You sound like sharp green nails on...

The Pleasure of A Broken Rib

It can be hard to explain The pleasure of a broken rib. Bruises bloom across the soil beds of your chest, The warmth of the consistent ache Almost...

Out of Time

“Time is running out of time” and I’m not happy with myself “Time is running out of time” in the absence of mother’s help “Time is running...

Fall

Will had perched on the edge of their bed. He brushed Danielle’s cheek with his thumb, and told her he was going for a...

Casa Internazionale

Even the bleakest day Had a taste of the present. The present, Back then, Was a concoction Of mellow mornings, Followed by endless, heightened nights. Now it’s just me And the future: I...